i've read many bloggers' chagrin over writer's block and am sure i
will encounter that dreaded condition, but so far i seem to suffer
from the opposite malady.
it's difficult to know what to call it, maybe the writer's flux. there
are so many trivial, insignificant thoughts popping around my brain
that i have a difficult time landing on an appropriate one.
another strange symptom is the good intention to wax eloquent on a
poignant, meaningful subject, but instead watch in befuddlement as i
boldly type something completely different. it is horrifying to imagine
that i have so little control over what i write.
for instance, this morning i purposed to climb onto my soapbox and cry
out against Christians who are reputed to be the worst tippers, causing
every waiter to dread the stingy sunday lunch crowd. shame on us!
but, no, here i am rambling about the mysteries of my unpredictable
prose and making myself a little sick to my stomach, one more symptom
of writer's flux.
it is also a great illustration of the famous quote, "it is almost impossible
to exaggerate the unimportance of almost everything." (19th century
cleric, whose name is apparently unimportant)
thankfully, unlike my drivel, "all scripture is God-breathed and useful
for teaching, correcting, and training in righteousness." 2 timothy 3:16
i guess you could call it 'pepto bismol' for the trivialities of life.
love,
lea
